Page 138 of Morally Gray Daddies

My tongue darted out between my lips as memories assaulted me. My body was frozen. This was not part of the plan. I didn’t know what to do. I hadn’t seen this coming. If it had been anybody but Fin, I’d have knocked them out already. Or tied them up and forced them to watch.

But it was Fin.

The only man I’d ever been with—by choice anyway. The only person on the planet who knew me. Really knew me. Sabrina came close, but there were things she hadn’t known. But Fin knew everything.

He was just standing there, staring at me, his eyes filled with disappointment. I couldn’t take it. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted the release he could give me. I could see it in his eyes: He still knew what I needed. He always had.

But he didn’t move to touch me. He just stood there, his gaze boring into mine, his chest heaving. Finally, he leaned over and ripped the duct tape off Sabrina’s mouth with one swift yank.

She stared at us, open-mouthed, gasping for air as she caught her breath, not saying anything.

He looked from her back to me, then back at her. “What did he do to you? Tell me slowly. Don’t leave anything out.”

I sucked in a breath. My ass clenched. Finn reached between us and rested his hand on my cock through the fabric of my jeans.

“He… um…” Sabrina seemed at a loss for words, not that I could blame her. “He…” She licked her lips. Her eyes were glued to Finn’s hand on my groin. “He put his hand on my neck, not really to choke me, just enough to cut off my airflow so I couldn’t scream.”

Fin nodded. “Like this?” His free hand came up to the base of my throat, the V between his thumb and his pointer finger pressing against my larynx, just enough to cause pressure and a tiny bit of pain.

Sabrina nodded. My cock hardened beneath his palm.

“Then, what?”

“Then he, um… he pushed me up against the wall. And he, uh… he touched me. Under… under my dress. But on top of my panties.”

Fin’s lips twisted into a wicked grin. “Like this?” He undid my jeans, just enough to shove his hand down the front.

His palm cupped my shaft, and his fingers squeezed my balls. God, he felt good.

Sabrina gulped and nodded. She wouldn’t look directly at me, but it was easy to see she still wasn’t sure what to make of this development. Also, she was kind of turned on by it. “Next, he, uh… he kissed me.”

The words hadn’t fully left her lips before Fin’s punishing mouth was on mine. He started soft, exploring my lips in a way I swore he never had before, but after only a moment, the kiss morphed into something harder, darker, more insistent. His tongue forced my mouth open and shoved its way down my throat.

I should have fought him. I could have fought him. Just like I hadn’t really forced Sabrina, he wasn’t really forcing me. I could have fought him. I could have run.

I didn’t.

Instead, my rage seemed to melt away with every second his lips stayed on mine. My body relaxed against his. Tears pricked my eyes.

I could feel Sabrina watching us, and I could barely stand it when Fin broke the kiss and looked to her. “What did he do next?”

“I pushed him away and he put me over his shoulder and carried me in here.”

She stopped short and Finn nodded for her to keep going.

“He, uh… he put me down on the bed. And then… he got out the duct tape. And while he was getting it open… I ran. He caught me and pushed me up against the wall again, and he… he touched me. He touched me under my dress again, but this time, he, um, he...”

She trailed off, and I knew exactly why. “I put my fingers inside her,” I finished, my gaze meeting Fin’s in a challenge.

He smiled slowly, his head bobbing up and down in a nod. “It seems we are at an impasse then. So I’ve got one question for you, babyboy. Are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?”

Physically, I could overpower Fin, easily. I’d bulked up in jail. I’d had to, for my own safety. But the power struggle between us was mental. Emotionally, I could never bring myself to hurt him, and it would be a fight not to submit to him, to let him master my body in all the ways he always had. But at the same time, I couldn’t just give in for him.

I needed... I needed him to make me.

To answer his question, I just shrugged. But I couldn’t hide my physical reaction as my cock swelled beneath his fingers.

He tsked softly, shaking his head. “Such a bad boy… Or at least that’s what you want people to think, isn’t it?” He swiped at my cheek with his thumb. “But it’s not really true, is it? You’re not bad. You’re hurting. You haven’t forgiven yourself. You knew what you were doing was bad. I told you to stop. I begged you to not do it. I even offered to give you the money you needed. But you were too proud to let me help. Too stubborn to give up. How’d that work out for you, babyboy?”

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